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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages
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A song in my head
Well … the wee family have gone home and all is quiet. The washing machine has been busy and so have the dog and I – she hoovering up the crumbs and me polishing off the sticky marks. It all … Continue reading
Sleeping in the driveway
Son #1 is here with his brood, so the grandparents elected to sleep in the driveway in the campervan, thus leaving the parents to be in the house with offspring. Good move that; we reckoned it was more peaceful outside. … Continue reading
Love
O ye who taste that love is sweet, Set waymarks for all doubtful feet That stumble on in search of it. Sing notes of love: that some who hear Far off, inert, may lend an ear, Rise up and wonder … Continue reading
Home again
Safely back from the trip up north, only to discover sixty five emails and six inches of ordinary mail. Oh well – the skylarks and lapwings make it worthwhile (not to mention Son #2 and family!)
The Last Mimzy
Watched The Last Mimzy earlier in the week. It was billed as the ET of the computer age. Beautiful film with just enough suspense for me. In other words it was a genuine feel-good sci-fi film. All about saving the … Continue reading
Visit
Misty has gone to visit three northern dogs. Her tail in the down position shows she is just a little nervous.
Agility Training
If I was fitter I would love to try to train Misty to do agility training. An email advert landed in my In-tray this week, for agility equipment. A simple course with hoop-jumps, tunnels, see-saw and slalom poles would cost … Continue reading
Lost hour
I have been reading a book about Time and Ageing – actually it is a collection of academic essays. It helped to set me thinking about the hour we “lost” last night. OK we get it back again in the … Continue reading
Yearly friends
These mini daffodils cheer the way to spring every year.